Chapter 10 – Big Breasted Milf Bondage Torture
Aina Eshlin was a long-lived witch. During those long years, there was nothing she didn’t try and nothing she couldn’t do. She was always free and could have whatever her heart wanted. Not once. In the long period of over 700 years, she has never once been unpleasant, distressed, or difficult.
The empire’s rule continued on this land for a whopping 5,000 years, and during that time, the hierarchical relationship between witches and ordinary people who could not use magic had already been established to an overly certain degree.
The magic that witches had accumulated over thousands of years was great, and the rule of the empire perfectly guaranteed prosperity and safety. 700 years of peace and quiet without any changes or anxieties. Aina was bored like all other witches. No. As I lived longer than others, I was extremely bored.
So she got into SM. Maybe she wanted something out of the ordinary. Unusual scenery and play.
Her situation made her excited.
She has gone from her noble status to being a slave, acting out situations where ethics and morals are blown away, and even playing a prostitute who sells her body for a handful of bread. And of all those situations. The unusual situation she loved most was one in which she was tied down and tickled.
She loved the ropes and leathers wrapped tightly around her body. She was so tight it took her breath away and she loved the feeling. I was so happy to be allowed to breathe, which I was naturally supposed to be allowed to do. She loved the crazy tickling feeling as if the madness was going straight to her brain. She was different from Ray.
She knew exactly what she liked. So she was surprised by half a crown. All at once. Doesn’t she have a ready-made play that seems to know exactly what she likes from the beginning?
The legs are tightened by the high heels of the boots, the buttocks and genitals are tightened by the panties and skirt, the waist and chest. Her chest is tightened by a corset and her arms are tightened by opera gloves. In that situation, even her neck becomes strangled. I can’t breathe properly.
Everything about her is what she hoped for. She could say that it was a situation in itself that made her feel pleasure. She was excited like never before. How will this man treat him further in the future? She was so excited.
“Ugh… Ugh. Wow…”
Her throat tightens mercilessly. It’s painful for her to breathe. The brain. Instinct. My body was screaming for help. This creepy, abnormal sensation. Once you taste this sensation, you will want to taste it again and again. As if she was pleading. She looked at the half-crown as if she were begging.
Please pester me more.
Make me suffer more.
Let me experience more abnormal sensations.
And it seems like that wish has come true. Half a crown gave her the second act of her abnormality. Her legs were spread, and her fully exposed vagina was exposed to half a crown, defenseless. In that state, the whip of pain is swung.
“Ugh!… Ugh!!”
A device that only strengthens the pain itself and makes you feel it without leaving any scars on your skin or body. Of course, since something like that hit the most sensitive part, a feeling of going crazy hits my mind.
She wanted to get away. Writhing and moving her limbs, she tried to escape. But no matter how much strength she exerted on her body, the leather straps that had already tightly bound her body were semi-forcibly attaching her body to the chair. It’s crazy painful and crazy frustrating.
So a smile of joy appeared on her face. Her neat and kind face was aroused with pleasure that should not have been allowed.
“Even if you do this, it won’t burn yet! “You’re disgusting, dirty bitch!”
Mate again! A sound is heard, and the whip explodes without mercy on her precious parts. The painful sensation and the feeling of her strangling asphyxiation made her drool, open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Her tongue trembles, reaching out toward the empty space.
Her mouth took in a series of empty breaths, as if representing the desire of her body struggling for air. But it was no use. Her throat was getting strangled. Her breath couldn’t reach her lungs. And that moment. As if showing her mercy, the rope around her neck is loosened. Aina let out her cough and breathed in as much air as she could.
Just when she thought she was in danger, her leash was released. With that exquisite timing, she was falling more and more into this play.
“Do you still feel like talking?”
Half Crown looks down at him threateningly. Aina coughed and made a venomous expression. Most. The more she wanted to suffer, the more vicious her expression became.
“Shut up!! There is no point in telling you that! “If I die, I’m dead, I won’t die!!”
Aina yells and screams. What kind of punishment will follow this time? As soon as she could finish her thoughts, the leash tightened again. But this time she tightened even more intensely. Aina screamed and dropped her body as if in a fit. Of course, she couldn’t run away because of the leather straps that tied her body.
The heels of her high heels scraped vainly against her floor, making an urgent sound. Meanwhile, Van Crown leisurely took one of her pills out of her subspace pocket and brought it to her.
“Do you know what this is? This is fascinating stuff. It’s a potion specially made for suffocation play. It’s a magic reagent that forces oxygen to the brain to prevent brain death even if the oxygen supply from the lungs to the brain is cut off. The name is 〈Empty Breath〉.”
Half a crown poured her reagent roughly into Aina’s mouth, which was half-forced open because of her strangulation. Then she forced her mouth shut with both hands and at the same time, half a crown loosened her leash.
Gulp.
Reagents, not air, flow into the esophagus, which has rapidly expanded to swallow air. Before Aina could do anything, the reagent had already seeped into her body.
“Keo-eo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- There There there is… Cough!… What on earth have you done to me!!”
“This is what you’re going to do. “If you won’t speak, I will make you dance in suffocating fear and pain.”
The leash is tightened once again. Then, the strangulation takes place on a completely different level than before. Aina’s eyes dilate. The fear of her dying dominates her mind. Her limbs move to make her escape. Her fingers flutter, stretching and bending repeatedly.
The choker around the neck was too tight. It was a normal drowsiness that should have died, but Aina did not die. Her brain was alive and well. Even though she was already brain-dead, she did not die. With no danger to her death, she felt only the sensation of her being strangled and the terrible sensation of suffocation.
“Ah… Ouch…”
A blissful smile appeared on her face as she was thrown into the air, drooling and struggling for air. Tears run down her cheeks. She was crying and laughing. I can’t believe there was a play like this.
A new level of pleasure that she has never experienced before dominates her entire body. She even had a creepy feeling. Her throat was strangled, and she rolled her eyes and looked at the man who was torturing her.
“I’ll beat up this useless piece of flesh!!”
Now, seeing the man who was about to swing his whip at her breasts, she was trembling as she realized a burning, unfamiliar feeling. Has she ever provided herself with such pleasure in her 700-year history?
‘I want it.’
Aina did not realize that her fierce possessiveness was naturally sprouting within her. Because the whip of her pain had struck her heart before. Her head is lowered. To climax in her excruciating pain and the terrible sensation of suffocation.
Aina Eshlyn is a kind and good witch. This is a fact that everyone agrees on, with no room for disagreement among 〈 SM users. That’s why many users make mistakes. Even though it’s a game, I don’t think she wants to play too hard.
Therefore, most users tended to avoid excessively hard play that crossed the line. I was like that too at first. However, when I saw that the attack rate never reached 100% even though I kept trying and kept the line, I realized that I had to try a different method.
So I went hard. They strangled her, the sensation of suffocation and the pain of her skin being torn apart by the whip. From the very beginning, he poured excessive tickling on her without boldness, to the point where she went crazy. Then she climaxed and was satisfied again. And achieved a 100% attack rate. After seeing that, I was able to realize the essence of Aina Ashlin.
Restraint. Tickling. Choke. These are plays that may be fun only within a reasonable range, but the moment you cross the line, you run the risk of going crazy or dying. And Aina was a true masochist who wanted to play beyond that line.
A witch who wants to bind her to the point where her blood won’t flow, tickle her to the point of madness, and strangle her to the point where she’s brain-dead. That was the hidden, twisted taste of the pure and good Aina Ashlin.
“You bitch!!!”
I shouted and passionately lashed the whip at her chest as she was tied to her chair. There was no gruesome, gross sight of her blood splattering and pieces of her flesh falling off. However, her pain was equally transmitted to Aina’s brain and was causing her pain.
The pain must have been so great that she convulsed and struggled to escape from her chair each time she was whipped. But she was tied so tightly that she could not escape. She was crying and drooling, suffering from pain and suffocating fear and pain, but she was smiling at the same time.
How on earth should we accept that face where extreme pain and extreme happiness coexist? It was a bizarre face.
“Are you still not going to surrender?!” It’s terrible! Good!!!”
And my whipping lasted about 5 more minutes. Her pussy. Breasts. Even the face and neck. I hit all the painful areas evenly. And after 5 minutes.
Rumbling.
She ended up with yellow urine. It seemed that she had become unable to bear the excruciating pain. And that’s timing. Having played the game hundreds of times already, I knew very well when to quit.
“Ruler. How do you feel? “Are you still not going to say anything?”
“Kkk… Kkk!!!… Kkkk! Cough!”
Aina did not answer my question right away. She must have not been able to adjust to the sudden rush of air into her lungs, and all she could do was cough and gasp for air. Then she slowly raises her head. There, an extremely vicious face was showing its hostility towards me.
“… Dirty dog. I will curse you.”
That single growling word couldn’t be this scary. It’s a witch’s curse. This is terrifying. However, it was a line that there was no need to be afraid of for now.
“Then there’s nothing we can do.”
Since we’ve already done bondage and strangulation, the next step should be bondage and tickling. I walked up to her and removed all the restraints from her chair. Even though she was released, she was lying limp, unable to even think of running away, perhaps because she had been overworked. I grabbed both of her hands with all my might and dragged her somewhere.
The place I dragged her to was where there was a hook on her ceiling. I put handcuffs on both of her hands and connected them to hooks on her ceiling, semi-forcing her into her hurrah pose. Both of her feet were handcuffed and tied to hooks protruding from the floor, preventing her from moving.
“Huh!”
Because the height of the hook was slightly higher than her height, she ended up in a pitiful position where she had to slightly raise her heels even while wearing high heels. Her hands are fixed in the air, and she is glaring at me as if she is going to kill me.
“No matter what I do, I never blow.”
Please play this 〈 more. I like it. It’s the line 〉. Of course, it should be. Customer.
“Can you withstand this torture? “Let me take a look.”
I said that and walked up to her, tickling her magic tool with her feather. In fact, for Aina, strangulation is only a secondary level of pleasure compared to her bondage and tickling.
Tickling and bondage.
Actually this is real. It’s going to be really hardcore too.
“Tickle feather. Maximum stimulation intensity.”
Maximum. An amount of stimulation 10 times greater than that of everyday sensation is delivered to the brain. Aina is wearing a corset that barely covers her waist and chest, and opera gloves that only go up to her forearms. Naturally, in her posture, her armpits were exposed to me.
“Oh, no, don’t do it… Don’t do it!!”
She lets out her scream in a hurry. This is a customer opinion that means 〈 Please play now. 〉.
Let’s proceed right away. Customer.
“I’ll give you crazy tickling.”
My feather touched her armpit. And.
“Kyaha… Ahahahaha!! Ahhh!!!!”
Her painful laughter began to echo throughout the torture chamber.
